Monday, January 23, 2017

Max, Brad, and Maisie is a gay mystery series by author L.G. Fabbo-Gonnela. Read on to discover the three books in the series and find out more about the author! There’s also a giveaway and you are all encouraged to enter!

Murder In The String of G

Max, Brad, and Maisie Mystery Series, Book One

Maisie was an irrepressible burlesque queen of the fifties who was a star in the Cassandra Theater. She was killed in what was initially ruled to be an accidental trip and fall down a spiral staircase. In fact, she knows it was a murder but, why was she killed and why the later cover-up? Unfortunately, however, what can a ghost to do about it? Andso, her shade haunts the theater hoping to find someone to help her.

It turns out to be a long wait. In two thousand and six two young wanta-be actors arrive at the newly restored Cassandra Theater to audition for a play. One is Max, who is gay, and the other is his roommate Brad, who is straight. For reasons unknown at first, Maisie finds she can connect with them both and seeks their help in proving she was murdered and who did it. After initial hesitations, the boys agree to help her solve her killing. The book follows the pair as they stumble towards finding answers while dodging a hired gun, a serial killer of young men and, for Brad, Maisie’s tendency to “fondle his rump” at inopportune times.

Maisie’s favorite young pro-wrestler, Stan DaMann, is arrested for allegedly murdering his hated rival. Maisie is convinced of Stan’s innocence. Determined to find the real killer she convinces the hapless Max and Brad into posing as a new wrestling tag team.

Out of their depth, they find themselves involved a murky world of underground sex bouts while facing off against two brothers who think vice may be nice but incest is best. As Max and Brad’s wrestling début approaches our trio is eager to find the killer before the killer finds them.

Max has another problem in the form of a good-looking Australian wrestler named Liam. Could Max be falling for a guy who might turn out to be that killer?

It seems as if Max and Brad’s dreams of a career in acting have finally arrived. The duo have been cast in the Broadway revival of that forties noir classic “Blood Fell onto my Window Pane”. Even more exciting, the production has movie stars Barrett Conover and his Italian wife Europa making their Broadway début. Max has had a huge crush on the husband ever since he saw the actor in the classic gay film “Going Tops for a Bottom”. As for Brad, he has been a fan of Europa ever since he saw her in the French classic comedy “Buxom Babes for Balzac.”

The play also has a rather lurid past. During its first run in 1948, two members of the company were victims in an unsolved murder. Maisie soon convinces the boys it would be fun to try and solve the decades old crime. What starts as a lark however, suddenly takes a unexpected turn as evidence of a blackmail scheme is revealed. Events soon turn deadly when the trio seeks to uncover who is being blackmailed and, critically, who is behind it. Hidden scandals, an attempted rape and murders both old and new are now part of the script for a, “Murder in Noir”

L.G.Fabbo-Gonnella is a resident of NYC. He has often said Manhattan is the underlying unspoken character in many of his books. "I guess its a love affair that I have with her," he once said. "I could live here forever and yet still find magical things about her that I never knew existed.

When not seeking out interesting new locales for his books he can be found dinning with friends and enjoying all the city he adores has to offer.

Though he has not yet met the supernatural denizens of NYC, he does hope too one day. And yes, there is a "letter Lounge" albeit under a different name.He can be reached at L.G.Fabbo.Gonnella@gmail.co

Friday, January 20, 2017

While on holiday in Toronto, Evie Whitmore planned to sightsee and meet other asexuals, not audition for a dance competition. Now she’s representing Toronto’s newest queer dance studio, despite never having danced before. Not only does she have to spend hours learning her routine, she has to do it with one of the grumpiest men she’s ever met. Tyler turns out to be more than a dedicated dancer, though—he might be the kind of man who can sweep her off her feet, literally and figuratively.

Tyler Davis has spent the last year recovering from an emotionally abusive relationship. So he doesn’t need to be pushed into a rushed routine for a dumb competition. Ticking major representation boxes for being trans and biracial isn’t why he went into dance. But Evie turns out to be a dream student. In fact, she helps him remember just how good partnering can be, in all senses of the word. Teaching her the routine, however, raises ghosts for him, ones he’s not sure he can handle.

Plans change, and people change with them. Learning a few steps is one thing; learning to trust again is another entirely.

Available from Riptide Publishing. http://riptidepublishing.com/titles/finding-your-feet

About Cass Lennox

Cass Lennox is a permanent expat who has lived in more countries than she cares to admit to and suffers from a chronic case of wanderlust as a result. She started writing stories at the tender age of eleven, but would be the first to say that the early years are best left forgotten and unread. A great believer in happy endings, she arrived at queer romance via fantasy, science fiction, literary fiction, and manga, and she can’t believe it took her that long. Her specialties are diverse characters, gooey happy ever afters, and brownies. She’s currently sequestered in a valley in southeast England.

To celebrate the release of Finding Your Feet, one lucky winner will receive $15 in Riptide Publishing credit! Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on January 21, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!

Monday, January 16, 2017

Once a fearless fighter pilot, Commander Travis Wilson is now confined to a desk. It’s been eight years since the near-fatal crash that grounded him, and it still rules his life thanks to relentless back pain.

Lieutenant Commander Clint Fraser almost drowned in a bottle after a highly classified catastrophe while piloting a drone. His downward spiral cost him his marriage and kids, but he’s sober now and getting his life back on track. He’s traded drones for a desk, and he’s determined to reconcile with his kids and navigate the choppy waters of PTSD.

Clint has been on Travis’s radar ever since he transferred to Anchor Point. When Clint comes out to his colleagues, it’s a disaster, but there’s a silver lining: now that Travis knows Clint is into men, the chemistry between them explodes.

It’s all fun and games until emotions get involved. Clint’s never been in love with a man before. Travis has, and a decade later, that tragic ending still haunts him. Clint needs to coax him past his fear of crashing and burning again, or their love will be grounded before takeoff.

L.A. Witt is an abnormal M/M romance writer who has finally been released from the purgatorial corn maze of Omaha, Nebraska, and now spends her time on the southwestern coast of Spain. In between wondering how she didn’t lose her mind in Omaha, she explores the country with her husband, several clairvoyant hamsters, and an ever-growing herd of rabid plot bunnies. She also has substantially more time on her hands these days, as she has recruited a small army of mercenaries to search South America for her nemesis, romance author Lauren Gallagher, but don’t tell Lauren. And definitely don’t tell Lori A. Witt or Ann Gallagher. Neither of those twits can keep their mouths shut…

To celebrate the release of Afraid to Fly, one lucky winner will receive $10 in Riptide Publishing credit and two books of choice from L.A. Witt’s backlist!Leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on January 21, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries. Thanks for following the tour, and don’t forget to leave your contact info!

BLURB:Two very different
civilizations—one bathed in bright sunlight and the other veiled in shadow.

Bad decisions,
declining resources, and a king on the brink of madness force Prince Varo
Kutchif, third son of the royal family and a starship captain, to attempt the
impossible: barter for Black Phospolrock, an energy source the mysterious
Helkan Kingdom has in abundance. Varo opens a line of communication with Adlar,
an intriguing Helkan who seems to reciprocate Varo’s interest. He hopes so,
because if negotiations collapse, Varo has orders to attack.

The Helkans preside
over a planet shrouded in perpetual darkness. Several species have tried to
exploit its natural resources through trade with them, but all have failed.
Adlar Mondur is the older brother to the Helkan ruler. An assassin of the
highest order, he’ll do anything to protect his king and his people—including
tracking down the Yesri prince who crash-lands on their planet, leaving an ugly
scar across its untouched beauty.

Thus begins a journey where
two men from disparate civilizations grow from enemies to lovers.

A low moan came from
Varo.

“Come on, then, open
your eyes.” Adlar lowered Varo to the ground.

Varo’s eyes twitched,
then he slowly blinked them open. “Who… who…?”

Adlar saw the
confusion. His grin was as sharp as a knife’s blade as he stared into brown
eyes—big, beautifully rich brown eyes. There was no doubt now this was the same
Yesri he’d spoken with earlier during negotiations. By some odd twist in
genetics, the males of the ruling Yesri family had brown eyes. They were the only ones. All other Yesris either had
green or blue eyes.

“I… I… yes?” Varo
clenched his eyes shut and then opened them again. “Yes, that’s right. I had to
make…. Oh goddess! You! I remember
you.”

“Excellent. I claim you
as my prisoner.”

“P-p-prisoner?” Varo
stuttered.

He watched as the
confusion cleared and… was that fear in those eyes? How delightful. “I’m sure
you know my people do not release our prisoners.”

Adlar smiled at Varo,
letting his fangs show. He’d prepared himself for many reactions; he wasn’t
ready for Varo to headbutt him. The force of the blow rocked him backward,
breaking his grip on Varo.

“Oh frack!” Adlar
yelled as he sprawled on the ground. Pain exploded in his face, spreading
quickly.

Varo was on his feet
and running.

From off to the side,
he heard a rolling chuff. He lifted his hand and gently touched the tender,
swollen area. He bet a bruise was already forming. He glared at Dar. “Too busy
laughing at me to help, I take it?”

Dar yawned, showing off
huge canines. He licked his lips, his whiskers twitching as he stared in the
direction Varo fled. Then he laid his head between his paws.

Well, he had his
answer. “Fine!” Snarling, Adlar launched to his feet and stumbled slightly as
he followed Varo. Maybe his head wasn’t as hard as he thought.

Even with the pounding
in his ears, he could still hear the harsh breathing of Varo as he crashed
through the jungle. And crash he did since Varo couldn’t see as well as Adlar
could. Adlar needed to end this before Varo broke a leg or something.

“Stop!” Adlar yelled.
Then a new thought hit him. “All this noise will draw predators straight to
you!”

Receiving no answer, he
dug deep, pushing his body to move faster. That was his prey, and when he caught Varo, he was going to…. A sudden flash
of purple streaked past him. Oh, so now the temperamental batar decided to
help?

Adlar growled as Dar’s long
strides ate up the ground as he closed in on Varo… then flew past him. He
didn’t bother to question why Dar bypassed Varo—the irritating feline must have
a reason.

M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!

When not writing, she’s on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two grown children.

After trading the barracks for a fixer-upper rental, navy SEAL Zack Nelson wants peace, not a roommate—especially not Pike, who sees things about Zack he most wants to hide. Pike's flirting puts virgin Zack on edge. And the questions Pike's arrival would spark from Zack's teammates about his own sexuality? Nope. Not going there. But Zack can't refuse.

Pike Reynolds knows there won't be a warm welcome in his new home. What can he say? He's an acquired taste. But he needs this chance to get his life together. Also, teasing the uptight SEAL will be hella fun. Still, Pike has to tread carefully; he's had his fill of tourists in the past, and he can't risk his heart on another, not even one as hot, as built—and, okay, yeah, as adorable—as Zack.

Living with Pike crumbles Zack's restraint and fuels his curiosity. He discovers how well they fit together in bed…in the shower…in the hallway… He needs Pike more than he could have imagined, yet he doesn't know how to be the man Pike deserves.

Book One of the Out of Uniform series

This book is approximately 73,000 words

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“What do you mean they’re not coming?” Zack tried hard to sound like the badass navy SEAL he was now. He’d passed all sorts of interrogation training—there was no reason he couldn’t hide that he didn’t particularly like this guy. Or this fancy bar where he and his nontrendy clothes and military haircut were out of place. He’d agreed to go out for drinks with a group. His friend Ryan had promised him a drink for finishing his SEAL qualification training and getting his trident, and Zack had figured dealing with the rest of Ryan’s crowd wouldn’t be horrible. But tolerable was a far cry from being stranded alone with Pike freaking Reynolds without Ryan as a buffer.

“They blew two tires getting out of Santa Monica and are waiting on a repair truck now. Ryan said to have fun without them.” Pike looked harmless enough—shorter than Zack with a lean build and bright red hair and freckles that made him look too young to drink—but Zack knew from experience he was anything but benign. Pike was the type of guy who would flirt with wallpaper, but he seemed to have singled Zack out for special attention ever since their first meeting at a LAN party.

Which was all well and good, but unlike a lot of Ryan’s crowd, Zack wasn’t openly gay. And what Zack hated was that Pike seemed to see through all his “no, really I’m straight” protests and see things Zack refused to even think about. And a whole night with Pike? Torture. And that was coming from someone who’d been tossed into frigid water with his arms and legs bound. Repeatedly.

But he’d happily endure another round of drownproof training if it meant an easy out of this situation.

“Is Landon coming?” Please say it’s not just us. Surely, Pike’s omnipresent sidekick would be there to bail Zack out.

“Nope. He’s doing research at the Hadron Collider for the next few months. Just us, I think.” Pike grinned at him. “Alone at last, right?”

Zack guessed that the Hadron was one of those supersmart things Pike’s crowd just assumed everyone else knew about. He certainly wasn’t about to appear dumb and ask. “You don’t have to stick around on my account,” he said instead.

“Dude.” Pike smacked him on the shoulder. “I’ve had a shit week. Another three interviews for jobs for the fall, another three fuckups on my part. Don’t make me drink alone.”

“I guess I could do a beer.”

“On me, right? We’re all super stoked that you passed SQT.” Pike gave him another of those disarming smiles.

Ba-deep-deep. Zack’s phone chimed. Sure enough, there was a message from Ryan apologizing for bailing. Have fun with Pike, Ryan ended. But whatever you do, don’t let him talk you into shots. He looks scrawny, but he can drink you under the table. Trust me.

Zack shoved his phone away. Nope, no way was he doing shots with Pike. Last thing he needed was to get drunk and forget himself around the guy.

“So what’ll it be? They have a whole selection of craft beers here.” Pike offered him one of the little bar menus artfully strewn around on the huge antique wood bar.

“A Bud’s fine,” Zack said. He’d never developed a taste for the fancy stuff. This whole place was fancier than he was used to, what with the exposed hardwoods everywhere, the prettified bar food emerging from the kitchen, and the painted inspirational quotes behind the bar. Even the name, Mellow, was a far cry from the hole-in-the-wall places he’d drunk at in college or even Big Ted’s, the little sports bar right off base that his fellow SEALs favored.

Pike signaled the burly bartender, who frowned at them after Pike gave their order for a Bud and some fancy-ass beer Zack had never heard of. “Hand stamps, please. Both of you.”

Zack stuck his hand out, showing that the bouncer had indeed checked his ID. Pike put his arm right next to Zack’s—way too close for comfort. “See, look at us, finding things in common.”

“Getting carded is hardly something to be proud of,” Zack mumbled as he pulled his arm away. Back in San Diego, when he went to the bars with his friends, they never got carded anymore. And he liked that—he was twenty-three now, for crying out loud.

“Of course it’s not for you, Muscles.” Pike did that whole standing-too-close thing again, moving over so others could get to the bar.

Zack really shouldn’t like that Pike noticed what the past few months of training had done for his physique. He’d always been lean, but days of log- and boat-carry drills had carved out muscles he hadn’t even been aware he had. Zack accepted his beer from the bartender, then followed Pike to one of the little high-top tables ringing the bar area.

“Seriously, you are jacked now.” Pike winked at him, giving him the sort of once-over Zack’s buddies gave girls in bikinis. “Look at those shoulders. It even makes you look taller.”

Flattery was not going to work on Zack. Not even a bit. Besides, Pike was the short one, probably five seven or so. But Zack was a perfectly respectable five ten. In your boots.

“Truth, man. I just call it like I see it.” Pike shrugged. And that right there was the whole problem with Pike—he had absolutely no filter and a way too keen sense of observation.

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Meet the Author

Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.
Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

LA cop Jericho Crewe got the hell out of Mosely, Montana, when he was
seventeen. Fifteen years later, he’s back, and everything is just as
messed up as when he left. He planned a quick visit to deal with his injured
father, but of course things are never that simple. Family complications,
police complications, social complications—and, as always, Wade Granger
complications.

Jericho and Wade had been so close, once upon a time. First friends,
then more than friends—and then, after Jericho’s escape, nothing. Wade’s
magnetism hasn’t been lessened by a decade and a half apart; even when Jericho
learns that Wade is the prime suspect in the death of Jericho’s father, the old
connection still sparks.

When Jericho’s newly discovered half siblings are kidnapped, he needs
to trust someone to help him find them. Wade’s a terrible choice, but Jericho’s
never been known for his good judgment. Anyway, he’d rather make a bad decision
with Wade than a good one with anybody else.

Kate Sherwood started writing about the same time she got back on a
horse after almost twenty years away from riding. She’d like to think she was
too young for it to be a midlife crisis, but apparently she was ready for some
changes!

Kate grew up near Toronto, Ontario (Canada) and went to school in
Montreal, then Vancouver. But for the last decade or so she’s been a country
girl. Sure, she misses some of the conveniences of the city, but living close
to nature makes up for those lacks. She’s living in Ontario’s “cottage
country”--other people save up their time and come to spend their vacations in
her neighborhood, but she gets to live there all year round!

Since her first book was published in 2010, she’s kept herself busy
with novels, novellas, and short stories in almost all the sub-genres of m/m
romance. Contemporary, suspense, scifi or fantasy--the settings are just the
backdrop for her characters to answer the important questions. How much can
they share, and what do they need to keep? Can they bring themselves to trust
someone, after being disappointed so many times? Are they brave enough to take
a chance on love?

Kate’s books balance drama with humor, angst with optimism. They
feature strong, damaged men who fight themselves harder than they fight anyone
else. And, wherever possible, there are animals: horses, dogs, cats ferrets,
squirrels… sometimes it’s easier to bond with a non-human, and most of Kate’s
men need all the help they can get.

After five years of writing, Kate is still learning, still stretching
herself, and still enjoying what she does. She’s looking forward to sharing a
lot more stories in the future.

To celebrate the release of all
four books in the Common Law
series,we’re giving away one
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contest. Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on April 8, 2017. Contest is
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